26 :."". _ f =J: = , I , ".. i .'..-o1I8i .: ..,.:<<.:- '-'.' ..... - - - , "......... ... ..... . x.:.. .... ... -;.: it'f';; .::, ,: . n n H ! 1 : f ';';';:' '-.- ::: v :: ' :::mtMif:?::: 1\:Q" ::i:,:: ð . . ' A- ... . -":- .:..":"' r= ':' - 0,;.::'.:::''(::- x.t .; . :' f:: *I;: ' ::" ':'t/, .( " :::::.' :. x ':.' ":;_:S ;';*= ;: : ;":i :;:=?:;'ìX>'::, : :y l' "'.<;.. - ;-....,:,:: . ........,...... if' ;; f;Ø!f kli 1 .po "My nephew has just been awarded the Good Conduct Medal." it to have a feeling of space. It needs . " It. "Well, don't make it so charming that you'll hate to leave it," Mildred Newton said. "Because I've thought for months now that you were finished with it. The very idea of your wanting a feel- ing of space proves that you are through with it. I mean, I've never heard- you say anything about a feeling of space be- fore." Mrs. Harrison wiped her plate with a bit of muffin. "I don't think I thought of it before," she said. "That's exactly it," Mildred New- ton said. "You should get rid of your things, except the ones you love, and flyaway somewhere. Take the Thomp- sons' Marsh-Lavender cottage for the rest of the summer, for instance, and close your mind to everything." "I know what you mean," Mrs. Harrison said. "I think too much." "When I am tired I think of colors. You have no idea how restful it is." Mrs. Harrison leaned toward her and put her hand out. "My dear," she said, "how would you like to go to New Haven and pick out some wallpaper with me? They've sent me a sample, more than a sample, really, of some pa- per that I don't like at all. And while . . I'm not going to live here, I want to leave the little house looking right. I shouldn't be a bit surprised that if it did look right, I could even ask a thousand dollars more for it." "And you'd get it," Mildred New- ton said. "Surely. I'd love to help pick out the paper. When do you want to ?" go. . Mrs. Harrison frowned. "Well, let's see. I have a little gas. Not much, out a little. Enough to get us there and back. So how about this afternoon? " "This afternoon would be lovely," Mildred Newton said. She got up and smoothed her green tweed skirt. "And I wonder if while I'm here I could ask a favor of Mr. Hawtrey?" "Why, certainly, darling," Mrs. Harrison said. "Mr. Hawtrey, Mrs. Newton wants to ask you a favor." Mr. Hawtrey slipped the chisel into his pocket and turned around slowly. "Mr. Hawtrey," Mildred Newton said, "when you've quite finished here, I wonder if you could come and take a look at my icebox?" "I won't be through h r for another we k," Mr. Hawtr y said. "Well, make it in a week or so, or when you can?" "I'll have to see," Mr. Hawtrey said. He picked the level up from the floor and held it up against the fireplace. M RS. HARRISON :valked to the" door wIth Mrs. Newton and kissed her good- oye. She closed the door and had started up the stairs to dress when Mr. Hawtrey called to her. "Mrs. Harrison!" he said. "Yes, Mr. Hawtrey?" "Look," ihe said, "I think you'd better tell your friend " not to count on me. "Why, what's the matter?" Mrs. Harrison asked. "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't care much for the set- " h . d up, e sal . Mrs. Harrison smiled down h . " B M H " at 1m. ut r. awtrey, she said, "she's one of my dear- f . d " est rlen s. "That may be," he said, "but you better tell her not to count on me. When I see them, I can almost always tell w hat'll happen. Like the time I was telling you about in Califor- . " nla. " w 11 ., " M e , It s up to you. rs. Harrison started up the stairs once more and then she thought of Mildred New- ton, her best friend, whose setup was not up Mr. Hawtrey's alley. A cold chill seized her. She put a hand on the banister and called down to him. "Mr. Hawtrey," she said. "You wouldn't leave me, would you? I mean, you wouldn't leave here until you've fin- ished, would you? " Mr. Hawtrey began chipping away h b . k . " N " h . d " I ' ll at t e rIC s agaIn. 0, e sal . stick this one through. You don't have to worry. No foolin' ."-SALLY BENSON . UH HUH DEPARTMENT [From the Encyclopædia Britannica, 14th edition vol. XII p. 901] The Japanese are essentially a kindly- hearted laughter-loving people, taking life easily and not allowing its petty ills un- necessarily to disturb their equanimity. . . and the average J ap;nese, while lacking that sense of humour which is conspicuous among some other races, is nevertheless a light-hearted and buoyant individual. It ìs rare to se a grown-up person, particu- larly among the educated classes, indulge in displays of temper.... Contact with a ruder outside world may perchance since have blunted a little the fine edge of the national courtesy; but, if so, it is hardly perceptible. . .